Punch (79.1880)

October 16, 1880.] PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. 173

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DIED IN PARIS, OCTOBER, 1880.

Lightly lie the turf upon him! Muse.of Music he possessed,

He of melody was master, let u.s sing him to his rest.

Friend of long ago remembered! you were girl and I was hoy,

When he took our hearts to Paris, and he sung to us of Troy.

Tellhim—Dites Lui, remember—
we recall the storm and stress
Of the nights Napoleonic, and
the jewelled Grande Duchesse
We behold as in a vista, art su-
preme and fancy free
Struck to song by golden
Schneider, and to wit by
quaint Dupuis I

Classic days of merry music on
the memory remain
With Eurydice, and Orpheus,
with John Styx, and Belle
Helene.

Gods in high Olympus revelled
on the mimic stage in France,
When King Jove let loose his
thunder, and Queen Juno led
the dance.

Magic charm was yours, my
master, for we tripped at your
command

Through the dreamy valse, the
galop, and the maddened sara-
band.

Evoe! cried jovial Bacchus, little Cupid loosed his bow,

In the Paris of the Empire, in the days of long ago.

Ah! my merry Gipsy maiden, Per 'chole with Spanish eyes,

Sing your letter song; then take us to the tender “Bridge of Sighs,”
Where romance was set to music ; ah ! but sweeter let it flow
Chanson matchless of De Musset ! song of young Fortunio !

With a repertoire exhaustless, classic fable, folly, fun,

Cruel Thanatos gave signal, and the overture was done—

Still he won in competition, hut his equal where and when P
For his life’s success was Paris—yes, La Vie Parisienne !

Drape the orchestra in mourning, wreathe the violin and bow,

Leave the baton where he placed it—’tis the final beat, you know;
Gather up the parts, ’tis over, come, dismiss the band you can,
Death is now the Tambour Major, and he rolls his rataplan.

Stop the dancing for a moment, take your partner to the stairs,

And together, in a dreamland, hear his operatic airs.

Mirth has ended ! and a spirit full of melody has filed
To a land of sweeter music—merry Oeeenbach is dead!

Art-Class.

Inspector. What is a “ Landscape Painter ” P
Student. A painter of Landscapes.

Inspector. Good. What is an “ Animal Painter ” ?

Student. A painter of Animals.

Inspector. Excellent. What is a “ Marine Painter ” ?

Student. A painter of Marines.

Inspector. Admirable ! Go and tell it them. Call next Class.

_ [Exeunt Students.

TWINS.

The Election Commissions show that in the matter of bribery and
Corruption Liberal and Conservative agents are alike as two peas;—
in fact, quite Corsican Brothers,—Louis and Fabien dei Franchise.

FROM LORD SH-BR-KE TO W. E. G.

Why is a Bycicle like the Queen’s Prerogative ?
Because it’s a power to wield.

TABLE-BOOK.

The most useful book for the table is one from which you can
always take a leaf.

NOTES FROM THE DIARY OF A CITY WAITER.

youngest boy
was alius my
faverit, so
when he was
about 10, I
wanted what
I calls a good
school for him,
that is, where
everythink’s
found and no-
think to pay.
So I kep my
ears opun, and
soon heard
what City Gills
had got schools,
so I was xtrar
civil to some
Masters of
Kumpennies,
an knowin
their week
mominx, soon
got my boy
into a school
where h
didn’t korst me
a shillin for
sivin yeer.

An yet some narrer minded peeple abuse the Gills ! and say their
money belongst to the Lower Orders. What rubbish ! I dispise the
Lower Orders. What good are they to us Waiters ? Brown says,
and I agrees with him, that if you gives one on ’em a crust of bread,
he wants somebody to butter it for him, and someboddy else to lend
him a knife to cut it with. They’ve no self-dependence and no
reverens and no respec.

I sumtimes wunders what all this here talk about Eddicashun
means. What’s it a goin to do for us ? Shall we all be happier
and better, or miserabler and wusser ? Will Gents be more libberal
to us poor Waiters, or wisey wussey P Will Waiters be more
respecful and kontented, or prowder and ortier ? That’s the
questshun, as the man says in the Play. Most of my nohle Patrons in
the City haint had much on it, so I’m told, but they seems to get on
werry well without it. Brown and me quite shudders when we sees
one of the Lunnattix as has gone mad on the subjek, such as a School
Boarder, or a Littery man or summut of that sort, get up to say
somethink after dinner. Lor, what a diffruns that makes. Instid
of a short sharp jolly sort of speech, that all can mjoy, Waiters and
all, and as sets us all a grinnin, we has to lissen to a parsel of
stuff that verry few on us undustand, and noboddy cares a bit about,
as you can see by the looks on ’em.

A eddicated man alters makes a long speech.

One as ain’t, allers makes a short one.

One to us as ain’t!

A eddicated man is allers dissatisfied with everythink, Institoo-
tions, Kustums, Dinners, Gills, Waiters, everythink.

One as isn’t, isn’t.

One more to us as isn’t!

The natteral hinfriuce seems to be, that Eddicashun means
Change for everythink, and, As you are, means Contenmunt with
tliinx as they is.

Then 1 for one proposes a Toast—“ Thinx as they ar, root and
branch, and may they fiurrish for ever ! ”

I don’t know much about Bates and Taxs myself as 1 never pays
none, but I’m told by them as does, that there’s no Bate as they
pays in the City with grater grumblin and growlin than the
School Bate, and quite rite too. Why can’t people be let to do as
they likes, and why should a man be made to pay for what will some
day make his man-servant and his made-servant and even his own
children larf at him for his ignurinse of what they nose ?

Proper Eddicashun don’t mean Schoolin, but should teach us all,
whether Waiters or otherwise, to learn and labour truly to get a
good Livin, as the poor Curit said to his Bishup.

I sumtimes takes my walks abroad in Common Garden Market,
— which were it as it ort to be, wot a parry dies it mite be, but as it
is its a horful disgrace to the Muddroppiliss—and when I stands a
gazin at the butiful Grapes at 25s. a pound and the very early
Strorbrees at 2s. 6d. a nounce and the lovely Old English Pie
Nappels at two Ginnizs a peice, I smaks my lips an I says to
myself, says I, I knows who ’ll have a good share of them this
blessed evnin. Everythink comes to him as can wait!

(Signed)

Robert.